Saturday, April 16, 2011

A Monochromatic Day

Saturday morning was cold, gray, windy day.  It's said that "Bad weather makes great pictures".  Today was the corollary, that "Drab days, make drab photos".  However, since the morning was free & I had plans for the rest of the weekend, I chose to go anyways.

After the large influx of people a few days ago, today was almost a solitary day.  I encountered a solitary jogger.  Like the birds, each one has their own colorful outfit.  Maybe I should compile their photos into a poster - "The Joggers of Great Meadows".

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Maybe it was the day, maybe it was that the wildlife was hunkered down out of the cold; but I struggled to find much of interest for my lens.  After walking a lot, I stumbled upon this mix of new growth and dropped buds floating upon the dark water.  It reminded me of a Jackson Pollock painting, so I took a photo.

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One thing you will notice at Great Meadows are the American Lotus.  During the summer they are prolific filling the impoundments with flowers.  During the fall they die back and their seed pods remain.  During the winter most of the seed pods drop onto the ice and water.  With the spring thaw and flooding, they float away.  It's interesting to see where they collect.  Some get caught up in the reeds and form piles.  During the high water, occasionally one ends up where it doesn't belong.  Others are still on their final journey, being moved by the water to new planting grounds.

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I watched this Song Sparrow foraging amongst the seed pods and reeds.

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The gray day, was making my mood gray.  However, making the long trudge back from the Timber Trail to the parking lot, I did start to notice that color was slowly entering my monochromatic world.  There were tiny flowers along the old rail bed (probably a migrant from one of the adjoining houses), the skunk cabbage has broken its initial case and greens leaves are spiraling upward, finally trees are turning red as their buds break.

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1 comment:

  1. Love the song sparrow on the lotus pods. And that periwinkle flower (Vinca minor)...surely must be creeping up from abutting yards. Haven't noticed those before.

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